#lynnichols

[isaiahwhitman]

(birthday) dinner

Isaiah was not working that day; he had taken a day off after being busy all week. It was Saturday, but not any Saturday. Even though he had not celebrated it ever since Norah and the kids died, it didn’t keep his birthday from happening. Thirty-nine. That was almost forty years old, and although he was still in much better shape than some younger folks, he hated the thought of growing old. He could not even explain why, after all he could live almost another hundred years if he kept going at this pace. He walked around the house one last time, making sure he had not forgotten anything. Isaiah had spent the day cleaning and cooking and planned on surprising Lyn at the library at the end of her shift for a surprise date at his place. Which meant he had to make sure everything was perfect. Not that he was particularly messy, but he didn’t want her to find one of his family pictures he still kept next to the bed, or the one of his wedding, sitting on the fireplace. He knew he would have to reveal her the truth at some point, but he was terrified by her reaction. Especially since they had been seeing each other for a while now. He knew it was something he should have told from the start. Stepping into his bedroom, he made sure the Christmas picture of Norah, his sons and him usually on his dresser was well hidden in a drawer, covered in a pile of boxer briefs. He felt ridiculous, hiding his life like this, and as he turned to leave the room, he caught a glimpse of Becky lying on the bed, staring at him, obviously judgemental. “Don’t look at me like this. You don’t get it.” He told the dog, as if she could really understand what was going on. He sighed and walked out the door, before looking at the clock. The lamb chops were in the oven slowly cooking, and Lyn would finish working soon. He grabbed his set of keys and put on his sneakers, before leaving the house. He entered his car, and drove to the library. He turned off the car in the parking lot, and headed inside, quickly noticing Lyn at her desk. Smiling, Isaiah walked to meet her, scanning the room. They were alone, which was good news. Leaning onto the desk in front of her, he kissed her forehead. “Hey beautiful.” He said playfully. “Dinner at my place tonight?” He asked, his finger lifting her chin as he approached to steal her a kiss. “Well, not just dinner. I might not bring you back to your place after.” He added, murmuring against her lips before grinning.

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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

Unrivaled Snapstreak || Lyn&Bella

        Bella held her phone up as she looked at her own reflection within the almost outdated app, she’d yet to fully figure out TikTok so was glad Lyn was still with her on the Snapchat and Instagram fronts. “I have the house to myself because Miles has gone to get his stuff from his old apartment, so I miss you,” she sent, blowing a kiss to her friend as the filter played with her features, clicking send before falling onto her couch, trying to work out how to move her furniture around to try and fit Miles things.

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[isaiahwhitman]

Movie night

Isaiah had just came out of the shower, and quickly he picked up the phone next to the vanity, making sure Lyn had not texted him to cancel their movie night. He was still nervous at the thought of spending the entire evening there, at her place, worried he would look boring and not find the right words to interest her. Looking at himself in the mirror, he brushed off the droplets of water in his face and dampened his hair. He had already taken care of trimming his beard neatly, and now only had to find a way too look decent. Since he had met Lyn, he felt the desperate need to go shopping, mostly because all of his clothes – except for a few pieces – were work clothes or worn out. A few clean pairs of jeans had never hurt anyone, after all.

Walking out of the bathroom, he headed to his room, and opened his drawers in hope of finding something not too terrible. He ended up grabbing a Ramones t-shirt and a grey pair of Levi’s jeans. It wasn’t so bad, but definitely basic in comparison to what she would look like – because obviously whatever she would be wearing, he knew Lyn would look amazing. He was probably way too intense about those dates, and taking their… whatever it was, a bit too seriously, but he had always been this way, too romantic for his own good. Isaiah looked again at his phone, and realized it was time to go.

He picked up the bottle of wine he had bought earlier and grabbed his keys before heading outside of the small house near the forest. Turning the key in the engine, he stayed in the parking for a few seconds, texting Lyn.

[ TEXT ]: Hey, heading to your place now. I brought some wine ;)

He regretted the wink almost immediately, but it wasn’t like he could erase it. Putting back his phone in his pocket, Isaiah pulled out of the driveway and headed to Lyn’s apartment. He wasn’t as terrified as the first time, after all they had kissed and made out quite a lot on their last date. She was not a total stranger anymore. He parked the car near the building and grabbed his bottle. After making sure the pick-up was locked, he headed inside the building, surprised to know the direction to her door by heart already. He rang the doorbell after hearing footsteps in the apartment. He hoped he was not too early.

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[isaiahwhitman]

Isaiah put down his cellphone and closed his eyes, scratching his beard. He let out a small “Fuck.” Not because he was not happy, but once again, he had not expected Lyn to accept his invitation. It was not like he ever expected any girl to accept his invitation in the past, and he still ended up married with two kids. He smiled faintly at that thought and slowly rose from the couch. Becky was sleeping at the opposite side on the ottoman, staring at him, and he rolled his eyes. “I know what you’re thinking, I’m not abandoning you, I’m going on a date. Don’t be jealous, you’re still my number one.” The dog sighed, and Isaiah raised his brows before heading to the bathroom. He was proud of what he had done with this house, making something pleasant out of the old cabin.

While in the shower, he wondered if it was better to wear something more formal, or normal clothes. Was it too exaggerated to wear something nice? Did he still have nice clothes? Maybe somewhere, he rarely had to wear nice clothes. Norah forced him from time to time when they went out, and he did it to make her happy. When he finished washing himself, Isaiah wrapped a towel around his hips and walked to his room in search of decent clothes. He found a nice pair of dark blue jeans and matched them with a very simple black dress shirt. Isaiah put on a watch and touched the wedding band on his finger. He was about to remove it but stopped. He suddenly felt a knot in his throat and pulled on the ring. Trembling, he put it down on the drawer, and looked away quietly.

He headed outside of the room and picked up his phone and his wallet, before looking at the time. He still had at least twenty minutes before picking up Lyn. He headed outside, and the little flowers on the side of the house caught his attention and gave him an idea to kill time before heading there. He knew there was a florist in town, which was probably still opened by now, and he could probably make it in time. Heading to his truck, he turned the key in the contact and headed to the florist, relieved to see it was open.

He picked a very simple bouquet. Not to fancy, not too plain either. Now he hoped she was not as extravagant as Bella. Isaiah paid, and headed to the address she had given him earlier.  It was not too difficult to find. He parked his car in front of the large brick building and texted her.

[ TEXT ]: Hey, so I’m here. Do I come in?

He doubted she would say yes, but he turned off the car and picked up the flowers bouquet, heading to the apartment building.

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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

Selfish Texter || Bella&Lyn

[ TEXT ]: So Kemper and I got into a fight... [ TEXT ]: Do you want to sleep over? [ TEXT ]: I could make your favourite for dinner. Whatever it is! [ TEXT ]: And we can watch whatever scary movie you want.

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[isaiahwhitman]

Isaiah had just finished replacing the broken window at the end of the hall, and thrown the baseball in his tools bag, giving it an amusing look. He made sure the floor was all cleaned up before he put the bag on his shoulder and decided to head to the library. He rarely went there, not to say never, and he was curious to see how it looked like. The rare times he set foot into a library was because Norah wanted him too. She had always been the brains in their relationship.

As soon as he walked through the door, he noticed how quiet the room was, which was probably normal considering one of the first rules in a library was to be quiet. The place seemed empty, apart from a few students doing their homework. He assumed it was probably more crowded at night. Isaiah was about to head to the bookshelves when he noticed a vaguely familiar face behind the desk. Well, vaguely familiar, because they had only met once, but that time was memorable, as she had ruined his only fancy suit. He was not really holding grudge, though, and walked in her direction with an amused smile.

“Hey, I know you. The clumsy girl, right?” He said, grinning. His heavy tools bag was still on his shoulder, and he put it down, his eyes returning to meet Lyn’s gaze. “I think we never actually had a proper introduction. I’m Isaiah.” He offered to shake her hand and noticed his was covered in dust. He suddenly felt a bit stupid. “Sorry, I look a bit like a mess. I was just fixing the window. Not actually a big reader.”

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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

What Are Best Friends || Lyn&Bella

[ TEXT ]: Isaiah says you’re the best lay. [ TEXT ]: What an inappropriate thing to have said to me. [ TEXT ]: Kidding. I’m taking it very out of context. [ TEXT ]: He did say it though. I knew I was missing out.

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[thebellamybarnesarchive]

D&M || Lyn&Bella

         "I am honestly the most annoying person,” Bellamy said, once she had explained to Lyn the texts and call she had with Kemper, leaning over one of her legs and reaching down for the bottom of her foot. The pair were on yoga mats in Bella’s backyard since the day was surprisingly sunny. Bellamy didn’t exactly need to do yoga, she was flexible based on her immortal form, but she did find a lot of it to be relatively relaxing and she sort of felt they both maybe needed some of that. “I just don’t even know what I’m doing,” she admitted as she held the position. “You’re having an easier time, right? With Isaiah?”

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